Hannah More School - Within the Lych Gate Yearbook (Reisterstown, MD)

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What's happened to Nancy? She and Phil published a book on the art of love-making by mail. Reaped quite a reward, too. They're living in Baltimore in cozy oblivion, Spend the time looking into each other's eyes. They still have it rather badly. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled wisely. Me remembered all about Nancy and It. And Connie? Still playing bridge. was the terse answer. Still playing bridge! But I thought- The Spirit smiled on her pityingly. I mean she's still Kelley's Queen of Hearts-and still lovely and charming. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled in contentment. She knew things would turn out that way. What about Gordon? The Spirit hung her head. I don't know, You don't know? One Who Shall Be Nameless was horrified. No. Ten years ago I asked her what she wanted to be and she said, 'What does any Navy girl want to be?' Really, she's the most enigmatic person. One Who Shall Be Nameless smiled in a know-it-all way. I'm sure she's making a good one. Go on, tell me about the rest . Well, Mary and Marie are running a personal shopping service in Balti- more. One Who Shall Be Nameless snickered softly. The result of many Hannah More shopping turns, I suppose. The Spirit looked at her sternly. I warned you about saying thinks like that, she admonished. I'm sorry. Please go on. The Spirit warmed to its task. PeWee Houck is firmly ensconced in a cozy little home in Mahoney City. Weston Place? inquired One Who Shall Be Nameless eagerly. 'fThe same. She's doing great things in the line of research work on peanut butter and its effect on the growing girl. Go on, begged O.W.S.B.N. Well, Heni and Peg are making good Army wives. Peg's made a fortune from an Energy-Sparkle-Vim Breakfast Food, and Heni-well, Heni- Go on. The last I heard of Heni she was managing nicely. Wife, mother, and artist. Artist? echoed One Who Shall Be Nameless, weakly. Yes, she did a surrealist painting entitled 'Impressions of Walter Reed.' An excellent piece of work that very few understand. Her friends are the only ones who really know what it's all about. One Who Shall Be Nameless breathed feelingly, I can well believe it. That's all, said the Spirit, and her figure began to melt slowly in the shadows. Wait, cried One Who Shall Be Nameless. Wait. The Spirit smiled mysteriously and lightly threw O.W.S.B.N. one of her fluttering pennons. l27l

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As for the other, well, you know how Prosser felt about gym. She gives a prize every year, though, at Hannah More, to the best all-round non-athlete. That's probably what you're thinking about. Probably, said O.W.S.B.N. Now tell me about Corny. What's she doing here? . Research, said the Spirit airily, research. Some sort of Child psychol- ogy business. 'Habits and their Hold.' Speaking of habits, I wonder if she still plays with her napkin ring? The Spirit silenced her with a look. I'm sorry, apologized O.W.S.B.N. Tell me about the others, she added hastily. I think I recognize you. You're the Spirit of '39. Slightly mollified, the Spirit smoothed her black and gold garments and Went on. Eleanor Waller is laughing for the Shadow. You know, over the radio. O.W.S.B.N. smiled. She knew every radio program on the air. And Laura? she asked. f , 'Laura. Well, Laura has a job on Ellis Island. She harangues and makes aces. Ellis Island? Harangues? Makes faces? What do you mean? Don't you remember how she used to speak in dialects and make faces for us? Well, they needed someone to make the immigrants feel they're understood, and while, of course, they don't know what Laura's talking about-you know how she rambles-her chatter soothes them. She makes faces to cheer up the babies, and-- How 'bout Bonnie Jean? interrupted One Who Shall Be Nameless. What is she doing now? Digging, said the Spirit succinctly. You mean dirty digging? demanded One Who Shall Be Nameless with interest. No, of course not. She's digging up ancient ruins someplace in Greece. The natives think she's quite batty. She recites the 'Congo' to them every night. Do you remember the 'Congo?' Yes, yes, interposed One Who Shall Be Nameless hastily. Now tell me about Lois Anne. What's she doing? She translating 'Doc Savage' into French and all other languages including the Scandinavian. Quite a surprise, N'est-ce pas? l'Quite. Well- One Who Shall Be Nameless steeled herself. Tell me about Brad. Whatever happened to her? The Spirit wiped a tear from her eye. It's so sad, she muttered brokenly, so sad. Brad's a Lonely Heart. A LONELY HEART? Yes, she just sits and writes letters to Lonely Hearts. Isn't it pathetic? Dreadful, sympathized O.W.S.B.N., and so unexpected. 'Yes. Well, we must go on. Virginia Ray is working in a Canadian Travel Agency and loves it. She lives on Canadian bacon and Canada Dry. Thrives, too, they tell me. And Ruthellen? She and Stevie are nursing. Ruthellen is up at Sargents', you know the gym school, and Stevie is nursing a handsome medico's heart. u l26l

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Wait, screamed O.W.S.B.N. desperately, 'Please Wait. . . . One Who Shall Be Nameless CBut Not Much Longerj stretched luxuri- ously in her chair. A deep resonant boom from the hall clock reminded her of the approaching tea for the Alumnae. Slowly she stood up, crossed the room, and opened the door. In one hand she carried an algebra book, in the other a crumpled black and gold piece of silk. She smiled reminiscently. '39 was really her favorite class and that dream had been very nice . Much more profitable than a rate-distance problem. Miss Norris, Miss Norris, sounded the shouts of the Alumnae through the hall. l'm coming, answered One Who ls No Longer Nameless, and smiling softly, she carefully shut the door on the echoes of '39. BETSY PROSSER '39 l28l